Contorted lines drown themselves
in the milky sea that's caged by blue and red.
Harsh is their connotation,
seeping through your lungs.
At the mercy of my pen,
the words mimic magnets.
Each lyric more self posessed then the next.
Misinterpretation bleeds from your eyes.
Words negatively throttle the minds of the weak.
Uniform words thrust into our being
and ready to be permanent
All the vacant lines scream louder than the filled ones.
Each verse pulses through you.
until.....silencem forgiveness and
One Less Reason With Every Pulse
This sounds like someone is holding back from you...promising you something yet stringing u along........empty words that u r wanting tohold onto.....ur wanting to break free yet r captive to what could be i wish u well God bless
there is something so definatley strong about this, whether it's self destruction, or sexuality, or something greater...I see the path of true need, true passion, being boxed in, and from the outside, no matter which side, its hazy or disjointed, not understood very well, and either loved or hated all at once sometimes..calming blue and the burning red...
and with the magnet comparison, I see the fact that you are explaining right after that, the pain or inability to fight is lessening..maybe..something is definately depleting or narrowing, or weakening, whether good or bad, and kept in place by this force, or box..a scheme of sorts, that everybody must live by, and through, and its all bull[censored] and you explain this all in the next three lines about how we are all fed this, and made to be this way...
The vacant lines, or views of the outcast, or out of touch, are ofcourse screaming louder, or teaming together to bring a true realization to the forefront, for all these balloon heads to read and understand..
You will not bow down to practicality, to boredom, and a mind controlling science, a twisted circus with serious rules..never never never never...exactly...I don't either...